Damien really did like to talk. It was pretty annoying. To annoy Terry with talking took a lot of skill. He hung out with Bart after all. Made his mark as the talkative Batman. But this? This was a whole new level of talking. What was that saying, give an inch they'll take a mile? Damien was really going at it. Running his mouth. Terry wondered briefly if he should have hit him first and threatened later. "Fashion advice from a dreg. I'll log that important information away for later." He quipped and couldn't stop himself from rolling his eyes. Of coarse it wasn't seen behind the glow, but probably felt anyways.
His grip was vice. The suit amplified his strength and agility times ten. He could accomplish so many more things as Batman than he could as Terry. This was one of them. Terry had fears and worries, Batman didn't. Emotions were stored in the back of his mind with other unimportant things, like the pile of homework sitting on his floor incomplete and the history test he had to memorize for tomorrow. In the suit nothing mattered but others. Batman stood for them. Stood for something important.
His gloved hand released and at the mention of blackmail his eyes narrowed. His hand balled into a fist and struck the other mans jaw something fierce. "You should learn to think first before you speak. Might save you some teeth." For half a second Terry thought that could have been a potentially bad move, but Damien deserved it.